Long Behind Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

Chasing an excellence of a cup of life
On centre-stage of the world-
Facing all odds, ups and downs of life
The time is travelling sorrowfully sad.

On fully cut-wings of their dreams
Mastering the ways of life as an art
Express-science of living or non-living
A passage to hell and heaven on earth.

Poverty in its youth pushed into reality-
Children and their schooling go for a toss
So, on go months without food and milk
Going never to school yet, in urban cities.

That time or those days finding similar today
Poverty-stricken, cry for a bite of dry loaf-
Dwellers next to bus-stands or railway stations
Keen-eaters of left-over, outside banquettes.

High-gentry elites, walking around with pride
Shouting at, if won't get to eat of the choice
Or sufficient variety of juice, fruit and food
Wasting one-half as left-over on the tables.

Arise! Systems better to understand
What the poor say or fail to explain-
Keeping their faces towards rising sun
Still, their shadows fall, far long behind.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2018
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.